m a j o r c a


      fasten your seatbelts says a voice
      inside the plane you can't hear no noise
      engines made by rolls royce
      take your choice
      ...make mine majorca

      check out the parachutes
      can't be found
      alert those passengers
      they'll be drowned
      a friendly mug says "settle down"
      when i came round i was gagged and bound
      ...for Majorca

      and the eyes caress
      the neat hostess
      her unapproachable flip finesse
      i found the meaning of the word excess
      they've got little bags if you wanna make a mess
      i fancied Cuba but it cost me less
      ...to Majorca

      (Whose blonde sand fondly kisses the cool fathoms of the blue mediteranean)

      they packed us into the white hotel
      you could still smell the polycell
      wet white paint in the air-conditioned cells
      the waiter smelled of fake Chanel
      Gaulois... Garlic as well
      says if i like... i can call him "Miguel"
      ...well really

      i got drunk with another fella
      who'd just brought up a previous paella
      he wanted a fight but said they were yella'
      ...in Majorca

      the guitars rang and the castinets clicked
      the dancer's stamped and the dancer's kicked
      it's likely if you sang in the street you'd be nicked
      the double diamond flowed like sick
      mother's pride, tortilla and chips
      pneumatic drills when you try to kip
      ...in Majorca

      a stomach infection put me in the shade
      must have been something in the lemonade
      but by the balls of franco i paid
      had to pawn my bucket and spade
      next year I'll take the international brigade
      ...to Majorca



      LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE